That Dirty Old Ring

You found this scuffed ring between the webbing of a murloc's fingers. Something about it calls out to you, compelling you to place it in your pocket as though its appearance belies its true value. You try to shine it on your armor, but the muck and dirt only spreads with every wipe.

You are certain this ring has more to it than meets the eye, that it is possessed of magic. You decide to take the ring to someone with knowledge of the arcane for examination.

Why are you showing me this dirty trinket? Look, there's young Mages in need of my attention, so I really don't have time for... Oh? A magical enchantment, you say?

Interesting... someone placed a curse upon this ring. I would assume to prevent it from being kept by any would-be thieves. If a murloc had the ring, it would seem that the curse failed to serve its intended purpose.

<Zaldimar utters an incantation while gesturing with his hand. A blinding flash of light explodes from the ring, which appears as a lustrous golden band.>

Here you are.